All Chapters of His Hunger, My Curse : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The battlefield was a graveyard of broken steel and burning remnants of what had once been their stronghold. Smoke curled in the air, thick and suffocating, carrying the stench of destruction. The cries of the wounded mixed with the crackle of dying flames, but Lena had no time to take in the devastation—her focus was locked on Cassian. Or rather, the man standing over him with a blade pressed to his throat. Her breath hitched. "No…" The world around her blurred as she took an instinctive step forward, ignoring the gash on her arm, the exhaustion weighing down her limbs. The traitor turned to her, a slow smirk spreading across his face. The firelight cast sharp shadows over his face, emphasizing the cold amusement in his gaze. Theron. Her most trusted general. Her friend. The man who had stood beside her through every battle, every sacrifice, now held Cassian’s life in his hands. "You're just in time, Lena," Theron said, his voice almost gentle, but the steel in his g

Lena held the stranger’s gaze, every muscle in her body tensed despite the chains binding her. The woman stood poised, composed—too composed. It was the way a predator watched its prey.Her silver eyes gleamed in the dim chamber. "I was wondering when you’d wake."Lena’s wrists burned against the enchanted cuffs as she forced herself upright. "If you’re here to gloat, get in line."The woman chuckled, the sound low and rich. "You mistake my intentions, Lena. I am not your enemy.""Right. And I’m not chained to a wall in a room pulsing with Rift magic," Lena bit out. "Try again."The woman stepped closer. A faint hum filled the air, something ancient stirring between them. Lena could feel the Rift reacting to her—recognizing her."I am Vasira," the woman said. "High Priestess of the Rift."Lena’s blood ran cold.A priestess. A devoted servant of the very thing she had sworn to destroy.Lena’s lips curled. "You’re Kael’s lapdog, then."Vasira didn’t flinch. "I serve no man.""Could’ve f

The chamber still hummed with the remnants of Rift energy, a lingering pulse that thrummed through Lena’s veins. It wasn’t fading. It wasn’t leaving. It was waiting. Ronan and Cassian stood on either side of her, their gazes locked on the place where Kael had vanished. The silence between them was thick—too many unspoken words, too many questions neither of them wanted to voice. Finally, Cassian broke it. “We need to move.” His voice was sharp, his usual composure strained. “Now.” Lena hesitated. The weight of Kael’s words still clung to her like a second skin. The Rift answers to you. She turned to Ronan, whose knuckles were still white from gripping his ruined sword. His green eyes searched hers, as if trying to find some part of the Lena he had always known beneath the power now pulsing through her. Ronan’s jaw tightened. “You okay?” Lena forced a nod. “We need to get out of here.” Cassian didn’t waste another second. He moved to the door, checking the corridor. The tensi

Lena tumbled into darkness. There was no ground. No walls. No sky. Just an endless abyss swallowing her whole. She tried to scream, but no sound came. Her voice was lost to the void. She wasn’t alone. The whispers followed her, weaving through the shadows, curling against her skin like smoke. You cannot run. You cannot hide. The Rift pulsed around her, vast and unrelenting. It wasn’t just a place—it was alive. And it wanted her. Lena clenched her fists, willing her power to surface. She could still feel the Rift’s energy inside her, humming beneath her skin. It had answered her before. It had saved her before. So why wouldn’t it listen now? Not enough, the voices murmured. Lena’s body jerked as invisible hands seized her, dragging her downward, deeper into the nothingness. Panic clawed at her chest. She fought, twisting, thrashing. “Let me go!” The Rift did not listen. It showed her instead. A vision burned into the darkness. She saw herself. Stand

Lena’s breath came in ragged gasps as she pressed a trembling hand to the tunnel wall. The stone was cold, solid—real. But the power pulsing beneath her skin, the whisper of the Rift still humming in her veins, told her otherwise.She wasn’t just standing in the underground tunnels anymore.She was standing at the edge of something else.Something hungry.Cassian’s sharp gaze flicked between her and the empty tunnel ahead. “We need to move. Whatever you just did bought us time, but they’ll be back.”Ronan tightened his grip on her wrist. Not hard, not demanding—just there. Grounding her. “Are you okay?”Lena wanted to say yes. Wanted to tell them she was fine, that she had control.But that would be a lie.Because the Rift wasn’t just inside her anymore.It was watching.Listening.And it wasn’t letting go.She swallowed hard, nodding despite the unease twisting in her gut. “I’ll manage.”Cassian gave her a long look but didn’t press. Instead, he turned, motioning for them to follow.